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He’d been through a lot, okay. Between the death in Primal Instinct, the re-life in front of a duo of soldiers who probably thought they were pretty hot until they were greeted by a reanimated corpse, the helpless wandering throughout the world — both out of curiosity (what other cultures were there out there?) and genuine confusion (where exactly was the path home?) — and then being taken prisoner by a stoic beauty, he felt he was granted some relief in the form of mischief. Apparently that only amounted to being told he needed to see a doctor, though, and here he was.
In the medicine den, he guessed, considering, y’know, medicine.
And meeting a new, friendly face.
“Hi!” He grinned widely at the she-cat. “Don’t worry, I don’t have any sort of contagious illness that’s going to turn you and your clanmates into zombies, I assure you. I’m pretty sure this is Guidinglight’s form of vindication. I did make him rather uncomfortable.” He pouted. It didn’t last long. “At least I think I did, I can’t tell, he has a brilliant poker face. Are you guys taught that when you’re growing up? Is that part of your training curriculum?”
He’d been through a lot. He knew he needed a doctor. Or a therapist. Psychiatrist? There was a lot of turmoil within him, emotional and otherwise. He was still being affected by whatever darkness still resided in Primal Instinct, and there was a niggling feeling in the back of his head that whatever it was, whatever killed him, it was here now. With him. In him. As a part of him.
But he had also never been one to submit himself to a genuine medical evaluation. Why should he, when there were more important things?
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on May 8, 2021 13:45:02 GMT -5
Roseshade had more important things to do than dealing with some mouse-brain that her clan-mates had decided to imprison for trespassing. More than one cat had come to her with concerns that the cat they had captured was insane of disturbed. So much so that they rarely bothered to keep him locked away like most of the other prisoners. It was only a matter of time before he ended up here in her den
"Zombies? That is preposterous rumor, and one you should be seeking to put an end to instead of spreading. WinterClan cats can be quiet...superstitious" she looked up from her crystals meeting his eyes, before going back to her work
Stygian hummed. “Superstitious, eh? That could serve me rather well. Unfortunately, it’s not a rumor.” He glanced down at his claws, holding a paw up in the light. “Somehow, in some way that I can’t seem to remember, I was dead. Then, somehow, by some way, I wasn’t. Gave the cats who were trying to goad the other into poking my corpse a nasty fright.” He laughed softly. “One of my greatest memories. One of the first ones I made.”
He stood and padded over, tilting his head curiously. “What are you doing?” He blinked. “I have a hard time believing the healer of the clan would ignore a patient, but what do I know, it’s WinterClan and everyone here seems to neglect their duty in the most impressive of ways.”
He stretched with a sigh at her irritated query. “I was brought here. I suppose your righteous Guidinglight isn’t used to attention from anyone outside his own family? Must’ve thought I was possessed by a demon or something. Are you going to exorcise me, sweetheart?” He grinned with fangs.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on May 8, 2021 14:04:03 GMT -5
"That could be arranged" she replied coolly, her voice holding little emotion
"I haven't had the pleasure of doing one myself just yet, but from what I have heard exorcisms are a rather painful procedure. It involves draining your body of blood, and the infusion of purifying crystals. A rather gruesome endeavor, but if you are volunteering to undergo the treatment I would be happy to oblige" she pulled out a cool grey stone weighing it in her paw while she spoke "but if it is just death that you seek, there are far kinder ways in which I can assist you in your transition"
She placed the stone down, treading a vine through a small hole in the stone "Alternatively you can wear this" she picked up the vines with her teeth showing him the stone
The tom stared at her for a long minute before throwing back his head and laughing. To anyone else, even herself, there wasn’t any humor to find in the thinly veiled — if sugar coated at all — threat she shot at him, but to Stygian, the very idea of draining someone’s body of blood and calling it an exorcism was a top class joke.
“Tell me, please tell me,” he caught his breath and leaned against the den wall with a grin, “who came up with that idea? How did you know it would exorcise the soul? Sure, you got rid of the nuisance of the body, but did anyone ever come back and tell you whether it worked or not?”
He laughed before his cackles died down and he gazed at the vine and crystal in mirth. “And what is that supposed to do for me?”
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on May 8, 2021 17:44:49 GMT -5
Roseshade resisted the urge to roll her eyes... toms...
Why did all of WinterClan's toms have to be completely and utterly insane? First the complete psychopath that had tried to claim her as his mate, now this guy who thought exorcisms were a joke. Just her luck. Taking in a deep breathe, she placed the looped vine around his neck so that the stone fell over his chest. With her mouth free she could now speak "This is an agate stone" she replied, rising to her paws to put some distance inbetween them "It should help absorb whatever negativity is lingering from your past over time, but only if you keep it close" she paused looking back over her shoulder "if nothing else it will help put some of the rumors surrounding you to rest"
He blinked, his near manic laughter dying down as he stared down at his chest where the stone rested. What insanity seemed to linger in his silver gaze slipped away and he blinked. Perhaps it was just the placebo effect; believing in the affect of the stone so much that he tricked his brain to tell his body to stop its antics. Or... perhaps it really did work.
The dark wisps of shadow and rage slithered back into the recesses of his mind, releasing his thoughts and memories, and he nearly collapsed with an audible sigh of relief. It had been such a long time since he'd experienced any sort of clarity. He treasured it, for however long it would last.
He turned to the she-cat with a curious light in his eyes, tilting his head. "And if I don't?" He raised a brow in challenge, though even after uttering the words, he found he didn't truly mean it. He would only sacrifice this clarity and lightness of spirit for one thing.
At her comment about the distasteful rumors that circulated around him, he clicked his jaw together and looked away. He tried to take them on as part of his identity, allowing them to fester and envelope him, attempting to show that he took pride in the macabre details and ways that they continued to spin out of control, but he remembered the tom he was before he fell in Primal Instinct and he always wondered where he went.
